Local lodestones local lodestones
And after dark sunset my brother and I
We walked the path far from the tower
A light sea breeze ruffles blood
Skin is bleeding
Shoes for the dead shoes for lodestones!
Local lodestones local lodestones
Pink dots off the Island of Wight
Sails off the island of Bergen
Sataffopsagaffop sataffsagopfa
Pink!
Shoes for the lame shoes for the lodestones
Shoes shoes for the dead!
Local lodestones local lodestones
Lights out at eleven
On the lodestones and the, the parish
Revisited island
Bergen
And running my hand across your little stone
The pill police seen in your
In their stupid barges
Waiting in text
In flesh shoes for the dead
Shoes for lodestones!
The Fall - Loadstones Lyrics
The Fall - Loadstones Lyrics
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Local lodestones local lodestones
And after dark sunset my brother and I
We walked the path far from the tower
A light sea breeze ruffles blood
Skin is bleeding
Shoes for the dead shoes for lodestones!
Local lodestones local lodestones
Pink dots off the Island of Wight
Sails off the island of Bergen
Sataffopsagaffop sataffsagopfa
Pink!
Shoes for the lame shoes for the lodestones
Shoes shoes for the dead!
Local lodestones local lodestones
Lights out at eleven
On the lodestones and the, the parish
Revisited island
Bergen
And running my hand across your little stone
The pill police seen in your
In their stupid barges
Waiting in text
In flesh shoes for the dead
Shoes for lodestones!
And after dark sunset my brother and I
We walked the path far from the tower
A light sea breeze ruffles blood
Skin is bleeding
Shoes for the dead shoes for lodestones!
Local lodestones local lodestones
Pink dots off the Island of Wight
Sails off the island of Bergen
Sataffopsagaffop sataffsagopfa
Pink!
Shoes for the lame shoes for the lodestones
Shoes shoes for the dead!
Local lodestones local lodestones
Lights out at eleven
On the lodestones and the, the parish
Revisited island
Bergen
And running my hand across your little stone
The pill police seen in your
In their stupid barges
Waiting in text
In flesh shoes for the dead
Shoes for lodestones!
Writer: Eleni Poulou, Mark Smith, Peter Greenway
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management